Count up (feat. DRAM)

Smokepurpp

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    Hmmm, in the VIP, I'm sippin' dope
    Sip dope, sippin dope, dope, hmmmm
    La musica de Harry Fraud

    I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
    Throw a hunnit' racks, it hit the floor
    In the VIP, I'm sippin' dope
    I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
    I count up, count up, count up, count up dope
    Throw a hunnit' racks, it hit the floor
    In the VIP, I'm sippin' dope
    I count up, count up, count up, count up dough

    She say I'm an asshole, girl, I know
    I don't want the pussy, baby girl, I want the throat
    Can you catch a Uber, girl, I gotta send you home
    I got hella bitches comin' home
    I count up, count up, count up, count up dope
    I got pack off a boat
    Chains on my neck make me choke, uh
    And this is Gucci my coat, uh
    Rick Owens all on my toes, uh
    And I stay clean like some soap, uh
    You don't know me, we not bros
    You don't know me, we not bros
    We don't even share the same hoes
    Niggas wanna copy my flow
    Copy my style, stealin' my clothes (Yeah)
    Look at my watch, that's 150
    When in New York, feel like 50
    I think yo' bitch wanna kiss me (Huh?)
    I let her top me, no kissing

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    I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
    Throw a hunnit' racks, it hit the floor
    In the VIP I'm sippin' dope (Sippin' dope)
    I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
    I count up, count up, count up, count up dope
    Throw a hunnit' racks, it hit the floor
    In the VIP, I'm sippin' dope
    I count up, count up, count up, count up dough

    I got Lucy in the sky with the diamonds feelin' on her
    Booty, while I finish assignment, thumbin' through this loose leaf, by myself on my own island 'till it is time to
    Leave, then I'm back up in here wildin', baby wipe off your
    Nose, what you do with that white girl, the Lord, the only one
    Knows, 'cause you claim you don't know her, man, that's how you get
    Exposed, actin' like you too concerned, baby, just lose
    Control, but not enough control to make the car crash
    To the fence, where I'm finna take it
    Once I hit it, I touch all the bases
    Barry Bonds, Ken Griffey, Mark McGwire with it
    Yeah, that boy is frigid
    But niggas' hotter than the summer, what you wanna know, yeah yeah

    I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
    Throw a hunnit' racks, it hit the floor
    In the VIP, I'm sippin' dope
    I count up, count up, count up, count up dough
    I count up, count up, count up, count up dope
    Throw a hunnit' racks, it hit the floor
    In the VIP, I'm sippin' dope
    I count up, count up, count up, count up dough

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